talk about the good old days
And listen to the summer wind
blowing through the trees
There was a time when every morning
cracklin' like the thunder
Full of oil, field money,
and the holy hell Houston girls
As I roll out on the ocean of cars on 610
Just me and you and all of them
And wonder whatever ever became of
We are turning right to Ses
And how I just woke up here
and the world had moved along
Just me and you and all of them
And wonder whatever ever became of me
All of them things still there,
Built up to the sky for all
Fallen tiles and dusty piles,
And the winners write down
In the middle of the gleaming, shining
And rust and steel and stone
Yeah, I'm gonna go on down,
Just me and you, and all of them blue
Yeah, I'm gonna go on down,
And wonder whatever ever became of
Just me and you and all of them
talk about the good old days
And listen to the summer wind
blowing through the trees you